Ocean
29 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
It calls to me and my feet are chained
Its siren song is healing salve to this wounded spirit
Desires long buried arise to the surface
My toes can feel the grainy surface caressing the skin
My ears can hear the sweet lull of its ceaseless motion
More loyal then any lover or family or friend
It will never wound nor defend
Ever changing shades of blue and green
Taste of salt upon these parched lips
Never will I ever seek to displace this master
Running deep in my blood and soul
Neptune, master, call this land locked daughter home
